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FIC: Star Wars - Untitled - Obi-Wan/Anakin - PG - 6/?
More Alternate Universe Obi-Wan Healer Fic.
Healers were waiting for them when they landed on Coruscant. Obi-Wan had faded in and out of consciousness the entire journey. Waking and talking then falling back unconscious, then re-awakening and not remembering what they’d already discussed.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
TITLE: Not titled yet…
RATING: PG for violence (will possibly change later)
PAIRING: Obi-Wan/Anakin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Heh, I own nothing. George Lucas owns everybody and everything in this fic. I’m only playing.
AU – Obi-Wan Fic – Part 6
Healers were waiting for them when they landed on Coruscant. Obi-Wan had faded in and out of consciousness the entire journey. Waking and talking then falling back unconscious, then re-awakening and not remembering what they’d already discussed.
It was worrisome and if Anakin’d had his way he would have planted himself right by Obi-Wan’s side and not left, the Healers hadn’t said anything about Obi-Wan experiencing any sort of memory loss.
Although they’d been totally correct about the fact that Obi-Wan would try to heal himself. Every single time he regained consciousness he would try, would move his hand and hover it over the wounds that the bacta-laced bandages were just barely managing to begin healing and Anakin would have to reach for and move his hand away.
Then Obi-Wan would complain about the fact that he was on a ship and that he’d never agreed to it, then he’d mutter something about pressing charges and kidnapping and black out again.
Qui-Gon kept him fairly busy, inane tasks that could most definitely have waited until they returned to Coruscant and the cleaning crew came through the ship. He’d still thought he’d managed to be around the small sleeping chamber (that was normally Qui-Gon’s and Anakin had scowled and pouted slightly when he’d not been allowed to ensconce Obi-Wan in his own) every time Obi-Wan had come around.
He’d been bad tempered every time but he’d been awake and that was cause for some celebration because the Healers had warned them both that it was highly unlikely that Obi-Wan would regain consciousness due to the extent of his wounds and it was nice that they could still be proved wrong.
Qui-Gon had marched him bodily from the sleeping chamber to the cockpit to land their ship and Anakin barely managed to curb himself in time from muttering that Qui-Gon could have managed to land them safely.
If he’d said that there would have been a lecture, and he really wasn’t in the mood for lectures. He wasn’t a child anymore, he wasn’t Qui-Gon’s Padawan… they were equals (or as close to equals as they could get seeing as how Qui-Gon was more then forty years his senior) and he thought he might have to say something to that effect at some point.
He still didn’t understand why Qui-Gon had forced him to land the ship, Qui-Gon only crashed them one out of every six landings and normally there were extenuating circumstances, like they were being fired upon or the ship had broke and Anakin had been locked out of the cockpit by some sort of fluke electronics failure, so they were good for at least another five landings before Anakin would have to hover over Qui-Gon’s shoulder and insist on flying himself.
Anakin had wanted to carry Obi-Wan out of the ship, but the Healers that had met their ship had vetoed that decision in short order, choosing instead to move him onto a robotic stretcher and taking him to the Healers section of the Jedi Temple. Less chance of jostling him and causing what healing the bacta bandages had begun to promote to become undone, he was told.
Qui-Gon stopped him when he made to follow them and Anakin eyed him with a curious expression.
“The Council would like us to report to them immediately.”
Anakin scowled.
“Both of us,” Qui-Gon stated serenely.
“Does it really take two of us to report that we crashed and found a Force-sensitive untrained Jedi on a remote Rim Planet?” He knew he sounded petulant and sarcastic and like he had regressed back to his annoying nine-year-old self.
He didn’t care.
“It is not our duty to question the will of the council.”
Anakin bit his tongue. Because if he said what was on the tip of it the lecture would be never ending and it would be days before he got to see Obi-Wan.
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Yoda was the only one in the Council chambers when they arrived, Anakin was not very surprised, the Jedi were spread thin in the war between the Separatists and the Republic.
What was surprising was the fact that any member of the Council was even interested in Obi-Wan.
Qui-Gon bowed low, Anakin following suit. Yoda inclined his head toward them.
Anakin stood straight, relaxing slightly.
They were home, on Coruscant. Obi-Wan was being treated by Healers and he would be fine.
“Obi-Wan Kenobi,” Qui-Gon was saying and Anakin forced himself to pay attention.
“The name and the boy remember I do,” Yoda said slowly. Anakin looked at him in surprise.
So Obi-Wan had come to the Jedi Temple, his vision aside, he hadn’t truly believed that Obi-Wan had been brought here. Because with as strongly as he resonated within the Force why would they turn him away?
“Too old he was. Almost nine years. No champion like Qui-Gon for him, sent away he was. Back home to his family. “
“He’s been trained,” Anakin interjected softly. Yoda looked at him in surprise. “Somewhat… not as a Jedi, but he does use the Force to function as a Healer. He treated us when we crashed on his planet.”
“Many aspects the Force can take. Your Obi-Wan manipulates it to use as a Healing Force. Not the way his gifts were meant to be used though,” Yoda mused.
The Council chamber was silent and Anakin shifted uneasily on his feet. He felt like something was coming, some sort of change.
Something big.
“A mistake to not allow the boy training, know this now,” Yoda stared at Qui-Gon. “Second chance, to make things right, does not often arrive.”
Anakin’s eyes snapped back to Yoda. That was line for line straight from his vision.
“Do you really think he can be trained?”
Yoda looked directly at Anakin, something akin to a smile on his weathered face.
“Have all the resources you need at your disposal.”
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The Healers seemed to be holding Obi-Wan hostage. At least they wouldn’t let Anakin anywhere near him.
He’d been waiting for some time by the front desk for someone to tell him what room Obi-Wan had been ensconced in and really all he’d wanted to do was make sure he was okay. Make sure that he hadn’t died from his wounds after all.
Then he wanted to go home to rest, so that he would be ready to return the following day to take Obi-Wan away from the Healers.
The only reason that he wasn’t attempting to do that this night was because he’d been treated by the Healers for numerous injuries and knew without a shadow of a doubt that with as badly as Obi-Wan had been hurt that they would not allow him to depart until he could walk out under his own recognizance.
He leaned against the counter, crossed his arms and scowled. The next Healer he saw he was putting in a head lock until they told him what was happening.
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan’s voice was soft and Anakin whirled around. The other man was walking slowly toward him and Anakin moved quickly to put an arm around his waist to support him.
The look of discontent on the Healer walking slowly beside him was the only thing that kept him from snapping ‘why aren’t you strapped to a bed?’
“Just a flesh wound, nothing serious,” Obi-Wan said quietly. Anakin snorted. Because he’d seen the wound and the blood and the worry on Qui-Gon’s face.
“I can’t believe you brought me here against my wishes,” Obi-Wan continued.
“You were dying.”
“I would have been fine,” Obi-Wan insisted.
The Healer shook her head, obviously in disagreement with that statement. “You wouldn’t have been fine, if Master Jinn and Knight Skywalker hadn’t continually rotated the bacta-bandages on the trip from your homeworld to Coruscant I can guarantee that you would have not survived.”
Obi-Wan stopped, shrugging off Anakin’s arm. Leaning heavily against the wall instead, Anakin clenched his hands to keep from pulling him back against his side.
“I would have been fine,” Obi-Wan repeated stiffly. “I’ve healed worse wounds than this paltry one before.”
“But never on yourself. And I’m sure that even after healing a wound that severe that you felt tired and slept for days on end. Living alone as you said you did, you would have never noticed an infection setting in, or the fact that you weren’t eating. It was the right thing to do to bring you here,” the Healer stated emphatically.
Anakin wondered why she bothered; they both knew that she was fighting a losing battle,
Obi-Wan it seemed had stubbornness down to an art form. He would never openly agree with them that he wouldn’t have been able to heal himself.
Then there was also the fact that he didn’t want to be on Coruscant in the first place, which Anakin understood for the most part.
Yoda had told them that Obi-Wan had been snatched from his parents to be presented to the Council; and he might have been Anakin’s age when he’d been brought before them but it had most likely still been a traumatic experience, Anakin had been to his homeworld, the denizens were very human or the very least human looking..
Whereas the Jedi Council, even now, was made up of very non-human lifeforms.
Obi-Wan had probably had no idea what to make of them, and even though he’d been sent away, untrained by the strange Jedi, and returned to his parents… Anakin was sure that the forceful way he had been presented to the Council in the first place had tainted the word Jedi within the impressionable mind.
Anakin should probably count himself lucky that Obi-Wan hadn’t tried to shoot him and Qui-Gon as soon as they’d told what they were.
“Is he free to leave?” Anakin asked, not so much as to change the subject but as to try to stop the two Healers from glaring at each other.
“Against our wishes Healer Kenobi does not wish to remain within the Temple.”
“Then he will stay with Master Qui-Gon and myself,” Anakin smiled, pleased with the outcome of this visit. The Healers had a habit of keeping patients within the Temple if they had nowhere else to go, Anakin had suggested it and Qui-Gon had agreed, that Obi-Wan should come to them as soon as he was released.
Then there was the thought that the Healers might release him sooner if they knew that there would be somewhere there to watch over him, especially someone who was known to be as hovering and attentive as Qui-Gon Jinn.
“I’d really rather go home,” Obi-Wan grumbled petulantly.
Anakin smiled, he looked like an over grown child. Lips pouting, fingers toying with the edges of the robe the Healers must have given him.
“You haven’t even been here a day, you should at least give it a chance,” Anakin touched his arm, nodding his head at the Healer as he went to lead Obi-Wan away. “When you’re feeling better Master Qui-Gon and I will take you sightseeing.”
“As long as it’s on the way to a space dock where I can board a ship to go home that’s fine.”
Anakin scowled. Obviously Obi-Wan was going to be difficult about this.
He wondered when they would get to the kissing part of his vision, or if he would be forced to kill Obi-Wan because of his stubbornness before they even managed to get there.
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Healers were waiting for them when they landed on Coruscant. Obi-Wan had faded in and out of consciousness the entire journey. Waking and talking then falling back unconscious, then re-awakening and not remembering what they’d already discussed.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
TITLE: Not titled yet…
RATING: PG for violence (will possibly change later)
PAIRING: Obi-Wan/Anakin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Heh, I own nothing. George Lucas owns everybody and everything in this fic. I’m only playing.
AU – Obi-Wan Fic – Part 6
Healers were waiting for them when they landed on Coruscant. Obi-Wan had faded in and out of consciousness the entire journey. Waking and talking then falling back unconscious, then re-awakening and not remembering what they’d already discussed.
It was worrisome and if Anakin’d had his way he would have planted himself right by Obi-Wan’s side and not left, the Healers hadn’t said anything about Obi-Wan experiencing any sort of memory loss.
Although they’d been totally correct about the fact that Obi-Wan would try to heal himself. Every single time he regained consciousness he would try, would move his hand and hover it over the wounds that the bacta-laced bandages were just barely managing to begin healing and Anakin would have to reach for and move his hand away.
Then Obi-Wan would complain about the fact that he was on a ship and that he’d never agreed to it, then he’d mutter something about pressing charges and kidnapping and black out again.
Qui-Gon kept him fairly busy, inane tasks that could most definitely have waited until they returned to Coruscant and the cleaning crew came through the ship. He’d still thought he’d managed to be around the small sleeping chamber (that was normally Qui-Gon’s and Anakin had scowled and pouted slightly when he’d not been allowed to ensconce Obi-Wan in his own) every time Obi-Wan had come around.
He’d been bad tempered every time but he’d been awake and that was cause for some celebration because the Healers had warned them both that it was highly unlikely that Obi-Wan would regain consciousness due to the extent of his wounds and it was nice that they could still be proved wrong.
Qui-Gon had marched him bodily from the sleeping chamber to the cockpit to land their ship and Anakin barely managed to curb himself in time from muttering that Qui-Gon could have managed to land them safely.
If he’d said that there would have been a lecture, and he really wasn’t in the mood for lectures. He wasn’t a child anymore, he wasn’t Qui-Gon’s Padawan… they were equals (or as close to equals as they could get seeing as how Qui-Gon was more then forty years his senior) and he thought he might have to say something to that effect at some point.
He still didn’t understand why Qui-Gon had forced him to land the ship, Qui-Gon only crashed them one out of every six landings and normally there were extenuating circumstances, like they were being fired upon or the ship had broke and Anakin had been locked out of the cockpit by some sort of fluke electronics failure, so they were good for at least another five landings before Anakin would have to hover over Qui-Gon’s shoulder and insist on flying himself.
Anakin had wanted to carry Obi-Wan out of the ship, but the Healers that had met their ship had vetoed that decision in short order, choosing instead to move him onto a robotic stretcher and taking him to the Healers section of the Jedi Temple. Less chance of jostling him and causing what healing the bacta bandages had begun to promote to become undone, he was told.
Qui-Gon stopped him when he made to follow them and Anakin eyed him with a curious expression.
“The Council would like us to report to them immediately.”
Anakin scowled.
“Both of us,” Qui-Gon stated serenely.
“Does it really take two of us to report that we crashed and found a Force-sensitive untrained Jedi on a remote Rim Planet?” He knew he sounded petulant and sarcastic and like he had regressed back to his annoying nine-year-old self.
He didn’t care.
“It is not our duty to question the will of the council.”
Anakin bit his tongue. Because if he said what was on the tip of it the lecture would be never ending and it would be days before he got to see Obi-Wan.
Yoda was the only one in the Council chambers when they arrived, Anakin was not very surprised, the Jedi were spread thin in the war between the Separatists and the Republic.
What was surprising was the fact that any member of the Council was even interested in Obi-Wan.
Qui-Gon bowed low, Anakin following suit. Yoda inclined his head toward them.
Anakin stood straight, relaxing slightly.
They were home, on Coruscant. Obi-Wan was being treated by Healers and he would be fine.
“Obi-Wan Kenobi,” Qui-Gon was saying and Anakin forced himself to pay attention.
“The name and the boy remember I do,” Yoda said slowly. Anakin looked at him in surprise.
So Obi-Wan had come to the Jedi Temple, his vision aside, he hadn’t truly believed that Obi-Wan had been brought here. Because with as strongly as he resonated within the Force why would they turn him away?
“Too old he was. Almost nine years. No champion like Qui-Gon for him, sent away he was. Back home to his family. “
“He’s been trained,” Anakin interjected softly. Yoda looked at him in surprise. “Somewhat… not as a Jedi, but he does use the Force to function as a Healer. He treated us when we crashed on his planet.”
“Many aspects the Force can take. Your Obi-Wan manipulates it to use as a Healing Force. Not the way his gifts were meant to be used though,” Yoda mused.
The Council chamber was silent and Anakin shifted uneasily on his feet. He felt like something was coming, some sort of change.
Something big.
“A mistake to not allow the boy training, know this now,” Yoda stared at Qui-Gon. “Second chance, to make things right, does not often arrive.”
Anakin’s eyes snapped back to Yoda. That was line for line straight from his vision.
“Do you really think he can be trained?”
Yoda looked directly at Anakin, something akin to a smile on his weathered face.
“Have all the resources you need at your disposal.”
The Healers seemed to be holding Obi-Wan hostage. At least they wouldn’t let Anakin anywhere near him.
He’d been waiting for some time by the front desk for someone to tell him what room Obi-Wan had been ensconced in and really all he’d wanted to do was make sure he was okay. Make sure that he hadn’t died from his wounds after all.
Then he wanted to go home to rest, so that he would be ready to return the following day to take Obi-Wan away from the Healers.
The only reason that he wasn’t attempting to do that this night was because he’d been treated by the Healers for numerous injuries and knew without a shadow of a doubt that with as badly as Obi-Wan had been hurt that they would not allow him to depart until he could walk out under his own recognizance.
He leaned against the counter, crossed his arms and scowled. The next Healer he saw he was putting in a head lock until they told him what was happening.
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan’s voice was soft and Anakin whirled around. The other man was walking slowly toward him and Anakin moved quickly to put an arm around his waist to support him.
The look of discontent on the Healer walking slowly beside him was the only thing that kept him from snapping ‘why aren’t you strapped to a bed?’
“Just a flesh wound, nothing serious,” Obi-Wan said quietly. Anakin snorted. Because he’d seen the wound and the blood and the worry on Qui-Gon’s face.
“I can’t believe you brought me here against my wishes,” Obi-Wan continued.
“You were dying.”
“I would have been fine,” Obi-Wan insisted.
The Healer shook her head, obviously in disagreement with that statement. “You wouldn’t have been fine, if Master Jinn and Knight Skywalker hadn’t continually rotated the bacta-bandages on the trip from your homeworld to Coruscant I can guarantee that you would have not survived.”
Obi-Wan stopped, shrugging off Anakin’s arm. Leaning heavily against the wall instead, Anakin clenched his hands to keep from pulling him back against his side.
“I would have been fine,” Obi-Wan repeated stiffly. “I’ve healed worse wounds than this paltry one before.”
“But never on yourself. And I’m sure that even after healing a wound that severe that you felt tired and slept for days on end. Living alone as you said you did, you would have never noticed an infection setting in, or the fact that you weren’t eating. It was the right thing to do to bring you here,” the Healer stated emphatically.
Anakin wondered why she bothered; they both knew that she was fighting a losing battle,
Obi-Wan it seemed had stubbornness down to an art form. He would never openly agree with them that he wouldn’t have been able to heal himself.
Then there was also the fact that he didn’t want to be on Coruscant in the first place, which Anakin understood for the most part.
Yoda had told them that Obi-Wan had been snatched from his parents to be presented to the Council; and he might have been Anakin’s age when he’d been brought before them but it had most likely still been a traumatic experience, Anakin had been to his homeworld, the denizens were very human or the very least human looking..
Whereas the Jedi Council, even now, was made up of very non-human lifeforms.
Obi-Wan had probably had no idea what to make of them, and even though he’d been sent away, untrained by the strange Jedi, and returned to his parents… Anakin was sure that the forceful way he had been presented to the Council in the first place had tainted the word Jedi within the impressionable mind.
Anakin should probably count himself lucky that Obi-Wan hadn’t tried to shoot him and Qui-Gon as soon as they’d told what they were.
“Is he free to leave?” Anakin asked, not so much as to change the subject but as to try to stop the two Healers from glaring at each other.
“Against our wishes Healer Kenobi does not wish to remain within the Temple.”
“Then he will stay with Master Qui-Gon and myself,” Anakin smiled, pleased with the outcome of this visit. The Healers had a habit of keeping patients within the Temple if they had nowhere else to go, Anakin had suggested it and Qui-Gon had agreed, that Obi-Wan should come to them as soon as he was released.
Then there was the thought that the Healers might release him sooner if they knew that there would be somewhere there to watch over him, especially someone who was known to be as hovering and attentive as Qui-Gon Jinn.
“I’d really rather go home,” Obi-Wan grumbled petulantly.
Anakin smiled, he looked like an over grown child. Lips pouting, fingers toying with the edges of the robe the Healers must have given him.
“You haven’t even been here a day, you should at least give it a chance,” Anakin touched his arm, nodding his head at the Healer as he went to lead Obi-Wan away. “When you’re feeling better Master Qui-Gon and I will take you sightseeing.”
“As long as it’s on the way to a space dock where I can board a ship to go home that’s fine.”
Anakin scowled. Obviously Obi-Wan was going to be difficult about this.
He wondered when they would get to the kissing part of his vision, or if he would be forced to kill Obi-Wan because of his stubbornness before they even managed to get there.
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Anakin is getting all protective-like I love it. There's just something about him hovering over Obi-Wan that just gets me.
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*glee* :D
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